Simile
You pass through me like wind through tall grass, nothing kept, but everything changed. The air, momentarily observable, is a recollection of your passage. Standing where you passed I bend toward nothingness, in the silence of abandonment, searching for someone I saw once but lost with the wind.
Comparing a lost lover and the impact of her temporary presence on your life, your world, to a wind that left you nothing but a sense of abandonment is a powerful simile, Paul, and works very well.
Thank you for this restack, @Maureen Doallas